p001 oh, sinnerman 48 let / Čerčany

For every disease there´s a cure A piece of healing mud for every blind eye I´m right here but you´re not sure If I´m here to help or to let you die So many things that you go through All i can do is to stand by you Smile on your face, but i know well The creeps that spoil your sweetest dreams Can feel the smell, the breath of hell But i´ve been sent to wipe the tears The evil ones never risk a rejection They need no bell to ring at your door No invitation to feast on your despair It´s me who has to wait outside So won´t you let me in?

Fire running through Your veins

It burns to the ground all that is useless

Fire runnig throughyour veins

It burns to a cinder all that is worthless

Are Your acts made of solid gold?

And your words are they worth silver?

All of your castles arent they made of sand?

And His breath make them shiver

Will we be judged by the things we say?

Our days go by so what can buy us some time?

What things make the grains go slower through a sandglass?

Or better - what things can prove if we are real?

What takes a crack at our jewels?

Are we real?

Are our lives precious?

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